𝟐 | Body Possession

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𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 was spiraling, having to adapt to the new environment so quickly sent his brain into overdrive. Looking around he had spotted a mirror. Quickly jumping up from the creaky bed, he approached it to take a closer look at his new appearance. Despite the clear signs of his body being underfed and having scars all around, Hayato really was adorable. He was adorable.

His appearance was much different than what he had looked like before. Now having a baby like face, a somewhat feminine frame, calming dull blue eyes, and pewter shoulder length hair.

Izumi's internal monologue was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Hayato? May I enter?" the voice asked. He quickly scurried to his bed and promptly responded with a, "Come in!" A tad bit older boy entered the room. His strict yet caring eyes caught sight of Izumi. Approaching him fast, the boy sat at the end of the bed.

"Are you alright? Ms. Karen said you had suffered from memory loss, is this true?" he asked with an enticing yet worried tone. Izumi was panicking but ultimately decided to play as Hayato for now.

(𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨! ¯\\_(ಠᗨಠ))

"It's true, I'm sorry. I really don't know what's going on nor who you are." he said, trying to sound convincing. He had never lied in his past, so it was whole new experience for him.

"Ah, I see. I guess I could start with who I am huh? My names Colt, and I'm one of the butlers you work with. We sometimes sell bread in the village as well as help out the royal family with stuff. Your names Hayato Ebony and is the youngest in this household. You aren't really well liked in the village nor in the cottage because of your attitude, but I guess that could change? The reason you were knocked unconscious was because of a vase that fell off a shelf."

"I see, so I was disrespectful before I got hit. I apologize if I did anything disgraceful to you, you seem like a really nice person." Hayato really just wanted to get on someone's good side, seeing as he was known as "that bratty kid" to everyone.

"It is quite alright, your attitude as well as manners seem to have improve." He stood up and went to his side. "Let's make this the start of something new," he said as he held out his hand. Hayato, taking it, smiled as he agreed. Colt was stunned for just a moment, a flushed face came as fast it disappeared. "Ahem, now, I should attend to my duties. Once you confirmed to be well enough to work, please make your way downstairs." And just like that, Hayato was all alone again.

Hayato, not wanting to piss off the rude lady again, was going to head down right after he went to the bathroom. Still in shocked with the current events, he splashed his face with cold water to wake him up. "Alright, let's lay down the facts. First off, let's not get involved with the MC and love interests, they will only cause our eventual death. Second, let's try to get on everyone's good side, may take time but I can make it happen. Third, I 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 provide you will the life you deserve Hayato," Izumi couldn't help but hug himself, he thought the original owner deserved one.

After making the bed he was laying on, he nervously descended the stairs. Walking through the hallway his eyes caught sight of a couple of girls cleaning a table. They finally looked up and saw him as well. He immediately saw how their moods switched from happy to annoyed. "Oh, look who's up, had a good nap brat?" one asked.

"He's probably faking his memory loss for attention," another said. Hayato, who usually doesn't get mad at anyone, was started to get pissed. Calm down Hayato, get on their good side remember?

"I'm sorry ladies but I really don't remember who you are. Mr. Colt asked me to come down when I felt better. Do you know what I'm required to do?" The girls were stunned, absolutely flabbergasted. Did getting hit on the head improve this worthless child's attitude? Since when was he so sincere and polite? Why didn't he yell at them or throw a tantrum? Did he really lose his memory?

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